These are all the shells and rocks that we collected from the shores of North Carolina. There must be close to 2oo or more of them! I attempted to weed out the ones that I didn't care for at the airport before boarding the plane. I was only able to throw away 10 shells. Even that was painful! Myra kiddingly said, "Oh, now it's so much lighter, Lan!" Hehe! Amazingly, I still remember the reason why I picked them. Whether they had the shape of a heart, or one reminded me of a friend, or maybe I just admired how beautiful it was, I had a reason for every shell and rock that I took home with me.
I would like to think that it's exactly how God thinks of His own. Each one of us is uniquely made with purpose and beauty. We are like those shells and rocks being tossed to and fro by the waves of life. Some broken, some whole, some imperfect, and some very exquisite. God comes along on one of His morning walks on the beach and picks us up one by one ... to make us His own ... with a divine purpose.
I LOVE THAT!
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I awake,
I am still with you.
Psalm 139:17-18
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